“I would rather crash this bus and kill all these niggers & wetbacks rather than drive them around today,” the man thought. “He was my bus driver – a white man. This morning, as with every other morning, the bus was filled with my fellow impoverished black and Mexican passengers.
1. “Cracker, before you step up on me pointing that gun, you do know who got my back, right?” 2. “Yeah, but yours haven’t even figured out how to use your vision & melanin as a weapon against us yet, ugly nigger!”
“The difference, however, before boarding the bus this morning, I’d never heard his thoughts.
And, though, now, I’ve learned how to tune them out, then – when I first started hearing them – they disturbed me deeply. For, white people’s thoughts remain the vilest things I’d ever heard.